Chapter 1545

NO．160：The Demon's Plan A Is Also Extremely Fragile

Under normal circumstances, Aomo Lindun's endorsements of the monster field are usually a detailed account of his own prized collection.

Back then, that consisted of physical magazines, toy models, and even large data packs of monster skinsuits for deep immersion platforms (online collectibles that can load replacement character models), which also had some collectible value.

Nowadays, he can break free from entertainment specialization, having both monster cards and monster capsules. However, the latter sees little use due to scarce live specimens, so he ends up storing miscellaneous items more often than monsters.

As for pure monsters, he has only stuffed a fragmented version of Buruton made from raw meteorite state, but fortunately he also has his girlfriend's handmade monster model, filling the gap in actual monster specimens.

Although limited to monster controllers and thus more like a niche weapon akin to spark dolls, this is not important.

What matters is that the demonstrator can use it themselves, which is enough to meet display needs.

But for Aomo, even dragging his girlfriend's brother home upon first meeting is not a wise choice.

Especially since the team also includes Chengtian Bai Ren.

Having only gone through that half hour ago, Aomo naturally won't forget the fact that he just experienced a 'public trial'.

Since he remembers, it's not hard to imagine the ladies still 'stationed' in the house being in a state of heightened suspicion, eyeing every woman with colored glasses.

So Aomo brought everyone here.

Ya Bo Monster Company, a superior choice in the professional field—

——yet still couldn't avoid the ambush of those biased eyes.

But at least the conflict has been shifted and reduced to a trivial extent; after their chat it's considered settled, and he can let go of this and head straight to the Light-chasers Club.

The premise is…… he isn't interested in the antecedents and consequences of Wang meeting the Beast King.

It's hard to say he's not interested.

After speaking with Ya Bulu, Aomo split ways—while the former went to find Wang and Ling, and while Clara was still giving product introductions, he went the other direction.

That was Chengtian Bai Ren, who had fallen behind the team due to long-term observation and personal preference, and simply ended up alone.

In this exhibition area, which isn't exactly packed with display cases, the other party could be spotted at a glance not far off, even through some shop window glass.

Precisely because of that, getting lost is a very extravagant affair, so neither side insisted on meeting up.

"Since you first met the Beast King, have the two of them already been meeting?"

Standing beside the black-haired horse girl who pretended not to hear him approach, Aomo's remark seemed abrupt at first, but if one paid attention to the label on the display case before the horse girl, they'd discover the cabinet contained disassembly-style cleaning tools utilizing soft-monster biomimetics.

The fact that its main visual trait is sliminess would obviously provoke Bai Ren's aversion, so when she lingered before such a display, what was she really looking at?

"... Hmm, do you care much?"

Strictly speaking, Aomo cares about two things.

That is, before he truly approached, he felt her gaze wasn't just on the underdressed second brother disrespecting early spring temperatures, but also drifting toward Ling.

That is probably not an illusion.

Even without demonization, his senses are far sharper than an ordinary person's; he naturally trusts his judgment, yet can't fathom the reason.

Although Ling could also restore a bit of the beast's appearance, beforehand the azure-haired dragon girl's demeanor was clearly unrelated to Chengtian Bai Ren's rather specific, narrow aesthetic taste in monster-loving beauty.

Having walked the school as a tough cool guy for so many years, each Valentine's Day the scene of love letters overflowing the shoe cabinet always included her, and there had never been any sign of her being interested in women; it couldn't be that he saw a hint of her older sister's demeanor from her physique.

So this is quite unusual.

For Aomo, any unusual detail should be remembered, regardless of whether he's interested.

He is clearly interested, so what he cares about will be two things.

But he also has some lessons to learn.

Because of Sirius, and also because, aside from Sirius, Shinjo Qian said there are other things that exist.

Although he couldn't be certain, he could faintly see from the girl's words that they existed in plural, something that could be described with the suffix 'men'.

At the same time, they perhaps each knew clearly, yet followed some kind of emotional silence rule—seeming aware of each other's existence but unwilling to reveal it directly to themselves.

But just as he told Qian.

He is more resolute in his position as a trainer—never mind whether it's heaven-sent or not, foreign or not, native or not, childhood sweetheart or not—first you finish the race for me, then your dream will come true.

Don't let that wavering affection affect your performance, don't let a sudden 'scandal' disturb your state; whether you accept or reject, it's more stable to play dumb, and besides, he's genuinely a bit stupid in this regard.

——He really isn't sure who harbors heterosexual feelings toward him; as for Shi Huaiya, Huo Erhaiya, and He, their emotions have grown deep enough to be drawn out by Miss Arturo's piano playing, truly reaching the level of being called love……

Should, probably not?

Aomo isn't quite sure.

After all, his past superficiality had always made him think that loving someone would probably show in one's gaze, able to draw silk; but those three actually proved to him that love's outward expression and concealment are manifold.

Someone's gaze shows no silk, only 'desire', as if a certain pure Zhuoai is also a paradigm of pure love.

Someone can truly keep things tightly wrapped to the point that only a drunken courage‑boosted sentence counts as opening a new chapter; Miss Shi Huaiya is second to none in this regard, suspecting her nature is not a mountain tiger but a deep‑sea giant clam, and whatever she keeps wrapped will eventually be polished into a pearl by her.

And some are even more extraordinary—by means they themselves don't understand, they've been acting as invisible people for ages; let alone Aomo noticing, he's still been enjoying the grim satisfaction of assigning chores to He, Chen, Gui She, and Shi Jia over the past few months, never imagining that his female subordinates might have designs on him.

Yes, capitalists are like that blind, fundamentally incapable of empathizing with employees. jpg

Although these three are all experts, absolutely abnormal cases with excessively high deviation values, but they indeed broadened Aomo's horizons, letting him gain much, and then his confidence further shrank.

Yes.

In theory he should understand women's hearts better than before, but he realizes that what he understands is merely a template.

He hasn't yet figured things out, so he can only meet another person who is virtually identical, with a similarity rate of over eighty‑five percent, before he can truly say 'this can be practically applied next time'.

On the contrary, after breaking through superficial prejudices and discovering that this field also has many experts, he became more cautious in the emotional battlefield's fragmentation.

How then can we figure out what these people are made of? We can't possibly invite them all to the grand puppet theater to listen to Miss Arturo play a piece, can we?

Never mind what kind of demonic chaos that is; if you can't measure emotions and instead measure something else, it's hopeless; if you truly measure emotions, it's even more hopeless; the Soul‑Shaping Certification is ultra‑strong gravity—if you exceed even one, celestial bodies should collide and create a big bang.

... However, going solo isn't a bad training option; it's just that the risk lies with me, so perhaps I can recommend it to colleagues.

But that would be going off track.

For now he still can't figure it out, and he doesn't bother to think about it.

Even if it's someone like Narita Hakujin, who only slightly resembles Huo Erhaiya—so slight that it's just a single glance from the beginning that matches—yet precisely because it matches, the impression is unusually deep, he also refuses to extend his thinking.

Even the two questions on his mind right now, after he quickly ran through them, only one remained.

Yeah, I care a lot.

The Beast King is another universe, another person born of the future me, and that second brother named Wang—my connection with him mainly shows up in an NPC list where one simulates his game, and his performance in that game...

As a Duìyou, he's actually quite reliable.

"Isn't that enough?" Bai Ren, after hearing all that, replied in a soft voice unlike her usual manner.

Will he be your enemy now?

No, what I care about is what kind of change will arise when their thoughts collide.

"Changes..." She seemed uninterested in this topic.

"You're not doing this for that reason, are you? An indirect probe," Aomo said softly, "I know you also care about the Beast King—you can just ask Him; that guy is pretty tolerant of people he knows."

"People one knows..." Bai Ren, chewing on a sentence with some hidden information, shook her head again.

I'm not that concerned about him either; I just...

Wanting to speak but stopping, she remained silent for a full six seconds before speaking.

Like that...

She spoke softly, then suddenly lifted her head, looking at the youth who was half a head taller than her.

So, if I care about you, should I also just ask you directly?

"... If you insist, please allow me to keep the overly private aspects confidential."